All the names and most of the details of this story have been changed so as to protect those involved and to ensure that I do not violate any privacy laws. I believe to fully understand me, it's important to understand what I deal with every single weekend... and perhaps this will explain why I am somewhat cynical, sick and twisty.
I had a patient last night in the ICU who I had the pleasure of wrestling with for several hours. Earlier in the evening, this young man had come to his brother's house .... altered. Typically altered in the medical field means they have taken some substance to cause them to be altered. They live to be altered. Being altered comes before all else. Let's just say he had a tattoo of a mushroom and an eight ball...
So the very young man came to his brother's house altered. His behavior was erratic and he was borderline responsive. He passed out. The brother's girlfriend freaked out and started doing CPR. She called 911. WHILE the not needed CPR was in progress, he could hear the sirens from the ambulance and thought it was the police. Therefore he did what any rational person would do... he freaked out , interrupting the not needed CPR in progress, and jumped out of a two story window.
OK, for those soft hearted readers... he wasn't hurt... too bad.